Baby Kahuna turned two months old yesterday–we cannot believe how fast the time is going.
The social worker came out to the house last week to check up on us–to make sure that we were all bonding and what not. We assured her that we were. A little scary, because I don’t think it’d be that hard to fake. And it’s not like they’d remove the baby at first anyway–they do allow for post-placement depression, likening it to post-pardum. I don’t know if the social worker would hand out the prozac herself or just recommend talking to our doctor!
We also had our first phone call with the birthmom. We’ve been emailing weekly, and sometimes more, but we haven’t heard her voice since the day we left the hospital. It was nice to chat with her–we talked about the babe, her son (who was there to say hi) and the mundane. She was glad the L was there–she was thinking that maybe he’d be at work. Once again, we were amazed at how she keeps it all together.
The babe is here due to an alignment of miracles that still amaze us. And we are ever more grateful for our continously happy story line, after learning that our friends have experienced a failed match. A bmom picked them, then decided to parent. Her right, but what a blow! It’s hard to remember our lives before this roller coaster of adoption, but I’m so glad that we are on this ride!
NEXT UP: setting the court date, probably sometime in November, where the adoption will be finalized, the babe will have an official birth certificate AND a social security number
Figuring out the logistics of the baptism. Easier said than done when accounting for time difference and what not, and planning it between now and the end of the year. But hey, God, trust us, we’ll get it done!